1x1 with Monochrome Spectrum and Ghostie

[saint.EXE]

(:o you r the best 1x1 partner
it is you.
how should i make the transition from heehee/irony to killerheehee/irony, thats the problem)

"I feel pretty fine, did I suddenly grow a really long nose or something?" He snickered a little and then stopped, a little wide-eyed. "Actually, I-I think I should be getting home, I don't want the apple juice to stay out of the fridge for too long." Dave got up from the bed, taking his beanie out and putting it on his head. "I might go to bed a little early today, some sleep might help me out. " He gave John a slightly reassuring smile, but without his shades, it didn't really work because his eyes showed more emotion that previously thought, especially with his condition. Maybe it was all a bad dream.

[boy-kun]

(Shmank you :D Okay, so whenever he thinks about something, there should be this other voice in his head that speaks to him and tries to bribe him into becoming Trickster, or "Taking Over" his body, so that whatever Trickster Dave does, Dave himself is not really controlling. Catch my drift? :D)

John gave him a weak smile and waved. "O-okay. I'll see you tomorrow at school. And I'm sure whatever you have'll be gone in a few days, even," He said, feeling a smidge guilty. Something deep down inside him told him that what he had just said was pretty much just a complete and somewhat blatant lie. It also felt like the reassuring smile that Dave shot him...was lying, as well.

[saint.EXE]

(Lol i was thinking he'd have a nightmare that night like he was stuck in molasses or something and then he thinks hes dreaming but rly he's just seeing his tricksterself do bad things D:)
Dave nodded and waved his hand a little, "See ya, Egbert." He walked out of the room, careful to open and close the door quietly. Dave went back down to the door and grabbed his bags, leaving the Egbert household.

[boy-kun]

(*Leans in*...What KINDS of bad things? O.0)
As soon as Dave left the room, John immediately stood up from his bed and began pacing back and forth across the room out of worry. This can't be good...! I have to find out what crazy disease, or whatever, Dave has!...What's going to happen to my best friend? He just got me back, but now I'll have to try not to lose him...He took deep breaths, mumbling to himself before he got an idea. He logged into Pesterchum and tried to contact his friend Rose.

ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT]

EB: rose.
EB: rose, answer me.
EB: ROOOSE!
TT: John.
EB: gah, we don't have time for this!
TT: John, calm down.
EB: what if i don't want to calm down?!
TT: John, please.
TT: Now, what do you need?
EB: umm, okay...you're really smart, so have you ever heard of some kind of disease where your hair and eyes change color.
TT: John, why would I have ever heard of anything like that?
EB: i don't know!!
EB: god, this has been completely useless.
EB: geez, thanks anyways... :B

ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT].

[saint.EXE]

(like pranking people badly with tacks on their seat, being totally unironic and uncool, and maybe forcing a kiss on john. idk. he thinks its all a bad dream but in reality he's just seeing someone else taking over his body :0 how does he get cured)

Dave walked out of John's driveway, heading his way home. Something was seriously wrong with him. maybe it was all the sugar from the candy, but he felt really sick, and really giggly. If this kept up, he'd have to revoke his Strider rights and have to go live on the streets with a cardboard sign saying, "Will mix beats for food" or something. Dave walked kind of quickly, wanting to go home and sleep, and hope that this will all go away in the morning.

[boy-kun]

(Well, I was thinking that John would tell him," Ohh, you're my best friend! wth is wrong with you?" and kiss him. If you DO make Trickster Dave force a kiss on mah Johnny-boy, then Dave won't snap out of it. John has to do it willingly. >u< We could time-skip to "Dave" waking up and meeting John, maybe?)

[saint.EXE]

(pfff so it's like snow white? :o instead of 7 dwarves theres 12)

That night, Dave had a dream that he was sinking in some gross, thick liquid, but he didn't remember waking up. When he opened his eyes that morning, he raised a hand to his mouth, but he didn't feel like himself. He was only slightly aware of anything going on, so he didn't really remember when he got the bleached yellow-instead-of-red broken record shirt and went to the bathroom. Eventually, he realized that he wasn't in control of his body. Wait, what the hell is going on? Dave tried to move his arm again, but he felt like it was stuck in something. When he gave up, some strange force raised his hand to his bangs and brushed them away. Something isn't right here...
"You're wrong. Something is definitely right now."

(i tried my best idkk how to do this DDD:)

[boy-kun]

(Dude, you're doing fine! And, yeah...Just because I am just that cheesy.)

John yawned, sitting up in his bed. As sunlight flooded in through the open window, he found himself having to shield his eyes from the bright light. Even though it seemed like a perfect day, something seemed amiss. He had all but forgotten what he had been so worried about the night before and strained to remember. But the answer simply seemed to evade him...Oh, well. He got dressed in and uncommonly cool-looking combination of dark grey skinny-jeans, his heir of breath tee (He wanted to show off the fact that he had gotten his god tier and brag about it to the other kids at Skaia High) and his light yellow chucks. Picking up his backpack, he headed out to the bus stop and waited for the bus--and Dave.

[saint.EXE]

( ^(;Д;)^ i can do this )

Dave struggled to control his own body, only being able to twitch uncontrollably. "Oh, don't struggle. It'll only make you seem a little, jittery" Right, this thing, whatever it was, controlled him. This was bad, really bad. His whole reputation, (what was left of it) could be ruined by this nutcase in his body. No wonder he was so sick yesterday. "Dave" looked in the bathroom mirror, admiring the mint green hair with a grin. His eyes had changed from red, to cotton candy pink in the last night. How thehell did anything like this even happen? "Oh trust me, if you just relax all of this will come and go, and so will you." Dave blacked out in his subconscious again, only to awake to his "other" self walking down the sidewalk, thank goodness still wearing the shades, but keeping the hair uncovered.

(overuse of italics heehee)

[boy-kun]

(XD You can do dis. ;u; I know you can, man.)

As John stood at the bus stop, he shoved his hands in his pocket. He knew that whatever had happened last night was supposed to be important, so he tried to remember what had happened. Man, why was he so bad at remembering things now? He used to be so good at remembering...He must have hit his head hard that day. ...I think it was about Dave...For a few seconds, he paced back and forth on the sidewalk, muttering to himself about what it could possibly be. What was that...? He could have sworn, he heard someone coming down the sidewalk...Oh hey, it's just Dave...Wait, DAVE?! Last night replayed itself in his head and he instantly remembered. And there he stood, standing still and wide-eyed, staring at Dave.